One of the best memories in my life has to do with my Studebaker Truck. When I was around 10 years old my Grandfather took me to pick up his new (old) truck that he just bought off an old farmer he knew. I was not too excited because I had no idea what a Studebaker was. Sounded weird. I was surprised when we got there to see a cool red truck with big fenders and a silver rocket hood emblem and thought this Studebaker might actually be pretty cool. It was fun to look at but even more fun to ride in. Sitting in that huge brown bench seat driving down the road I felt like my head was going to hit the ceiling from the strong springs bouncing me up from each bump in the road. When we got to the first stop light my Grandpa looked at me with a big grin on his face and gave me a proud wink. I'll never forget that look on his face because right about that time we heard a big BAM! and the truck shook. His smile went away as he turned around to find that we had just been rear ended by a lady. We hopped out to discover that her car had been destroyed while the ole Studebaker only had a slightly bent red & white striped bumper. As we were inspecting the truck walking around it we noticed that there was a perfect ring of rust that got knocked off from the collision all the way around it that had fallen on the hot blacktop. That same smile came back on my Grandpa's face when he pulled the truck up and showed me that it was an unbroken band of rust that outlined the truck, kind of like a chalk line from a dead body at a crime scene only there was no death at this scene. That outline represented an old Studebaker coming back to life. That "rust halo" as he called it when he would tell people the story stayed on the road for a few weeks but finally faded away but the memory will stay with me forever just like that Studebaker truck that I now own and enjoy with my son. Studebaker's never die! They just leave a little rust behind now and then.